Ratchet’s Revenge

Having your old Army buddy call you and open with, “Hey—remember that favor you owe me for saving your ass? Well, I need to collect,” wasn’t a promising start to a conversation. When Ratchet’s friend, Mason, called to say he needed his help, he was all in. Mason was right, Ratchet owed him and he’d do whatever he needed to pay his buddy back—including risking his life. Hearing that his MC’s rival had Mason’s little sister was only a bonus because that would mean that he’d be able to kick some Dragon ass to help get her back. Now, all he had to do was convince his club’s Prez that going into enemy territory was a good idea, even if they all knew better. Living the motto, “No guts, no glory,” was sure taking on a new meaning.

Laney Zane felt like a first-class fool for trusting the hot biker to show her a good time. She should have listened to her older brother, Mason, and steered clear of the Dragon’s clubhouse, but she wanted to have a good time. She got a whole lot more than she bargained for when she woke up in a cage with about five other women. Yeah, her big brother was right—again, and this time, she might not ever be able to hear him tell her those four little words that she always hated hearing from him, “I told you so.” God, what she’d give to hear Mason say those words to her just one more time.